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Superstition |
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Octave Member
since 2008-07-29
Posts 186Highlands, Scotland. |
Superstition I tie the red rag around The gnarled branch of tree I step over cracks in Concrete mapped beneath me My fingers are knotted in A cross of desperation My eyes screwed tight shut Body lost of all sensation I count the cars that pass I touch each lamp post quick I touch it once again Just incase it was a trick I turn the corner with dread Expecting the worst to come My flesh prickles with uncertainty Blood beating like a drum Both feet touch each step With a double checked tread I roll to face the wall When i lie sweating in bed All the numbers must be even Every line must meet another What must be worth this trouble What must be worth this bother? I call it superstition I says its just to be sure I tell myself it's for luck When i count tiles on the floor But i know that through these lies The if's and buts and mights I know deep and deeper down That something isn't right This isn't superstition. |
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freeand2sexy Senior Member
since 2008-09-12
Posts 704CA, USA |
Wow, Im spleechless. I wish my poems were as good as yours Live in the present but don't forget the future |
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